I’m very grateful to Anderson for speaking out so effectively. I’m sure he is not the only Bishop, and certainly not the only Christian, who will be repelled by the tone and the effect of the disastrous posturings of what I had thought was a Labour government. www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2025...

The idea that jewellery might be confiscated to ‘pay for costs’ which has apparently been mooted makes me want to hurl.

Steak frites in Paris is a classic for a reason (and that reason is that they can cook a steak like you want it

Honestly, what even is the point of having a labour government?

Why does she think the British voter wants this?!?!

Welp, Running Man is Edgar Wright’s most flat out fun (with bite!) film since Scott Pilgrim.

Serenade and Everywhere We Go were also really lovely (and in the last case rather fun), so if you can snag a ticket to the Mixed Bill, you should.

One of the lovelier treats of going to the ballet at the Opera House is when you casually find yourself at a world premiere. Cathy Marston’s Against the Tide was beautiful and melancholy (and very Of My Mood). And so nice to see Matty Ball and William Bracewell dance together.

Clergy and adjacent hive mind, I have a gentleman I visit who would like a nice book on Jesus’ parables (what he’s doing with them, how we I interpret them, and that kind of thing) - any top ideas? 🕯️✝️

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They’ve never worried about continuity between Bonds before, why on earth are they starting now?

Bonus enforced coffee break with a book because I got the time of a medical appointment wrong and now have an hour to kill with no tech but a phone.

I love the BBC. I would pay the licence fee for access just to CBeebies, CBBC & Radio 2/3/4. It is a national broadcaster, not a state broadcaster, & its editorial decisions should not be made by politicians. Its journalists make 1000s of editorial decisions every week & get most of them right.

I'm guessing the BBC 'scandal' has been big on X this week as this was the first I had heard of it...

Today we have Strategic Vision. Yesterday, We had financial imperatives. And tomorrow morning, We shall have what to do after firing. But today, Today we have Strategic Vision. The quiet girl At the back suddenly gets excited about a question, And today we have Strategic Vision.

OH FUCK #celebritytraitors

Celebrity Traitors giveth.

A+ would watch

I can tell I no longer travel regularly for work because I no longer automatically pack the aeropress and a hip flask... Sad hotel coffee tomorrow morning for me.

It’s been the kind of week where you swoon gently into how good your coffee is on a Thursday morning.

Stopped on the way to the tube for a nice chat with three guys at a city pub who were aching to know why a stream of clergy had been going past them all evening and decided that I was a likely person to ask. They were very sweet, so thanks guys.

On this week’s ‘Good Hang’ podcast Amy Poehler is selling Maya Hawke on Patrick Rothfuss’s The Name of the Wind, and I just want to intervene. Stop. Don’t. It’s amazing and will never be finished. Save yourself.

Shot, chaser Young men more likely to vote Green than Reform. Young men second most progressive group of any demographic. Combined right-wing vote barely bigger than Green vote alone for young men

Me, watching Riot Women: is there a soundtrack for this, the music is great? Also me: oh, that says so much about my age.

Heidi Alexander is sensible

My All Souls homily, with thanks to Ada Limón.

Absolutely appalling news from Huntingdon. Just heading off to Martins and Mass and will be praying for all involved.

I’m in the Old Vic’s booking queue for Arcadia, and let’s be honest, this is my Taylor Swift.

Will watch a reality travel show with Celia Imrie and Joe Marler. Just saying.

The intro of this podcast uses ‘inadvertently’ like Have I Got News For You used to use ‘allegedly’ (I’ve read enough novels like Le Carré’s Mission Song that I’m far more cynical)

You’d never have thought James Callis could find a more snivelling human to play than Gaius Baltar, and yet in Claude Whelan he has achieved it. #SlowHorses

I put leftover sausage in an omelette and it is a revelation to me.

Even though the Elizabeth Line goes all the way from Shenfield, Essex to Slough and Reading, this is a striking comparison.

"If something evil is popular, is it still evil?" is basically the defining social question of our time.

Officially the end of British summer time and definitely the beginning of needing a thermal layer on Sunday mornings in the Barn Church.

Can anyone explain why Netflix released new series of The Diplomat and Nobody Wants This within a month? Surely they have a very similar target audience?

What local bookshops sell is delightfully indicative of the differences in their areas. My lovely bookshop in Kew has never ever tried to sell me John Crowley. Sydenham, however…

I was today days old when I realised that Diana Taverner’s blonde sidekick’s name is not ‘Flight’ (as in a role title) but ‘Flyte’ (as in ‘Lord Sebastian Flyte…’). I don’t known what it says about me that I assumed the former.

I mean, the National Theatre’s Bacchae was a fun theatrical ride, but my kingdom for a contemporary translation and production of a Greek tragedy that trusts its audience with themes.

Perimenopause brain is best defined as 'just tried to store the hand blender in the fridge'

I’m in the market for some good new autumn/winter soup recipes, your tips please! Main proviso is that I don’t like root vegetables much! Carrot in soffrito is fine, but not as a major flavour

This Louvre heist is an Inception fanfic that fell through from the last decade, isn’t it? (Although no one believes Arthur would leave a ladder lying around)

Every time a new perimenopause symptom comes around I’m like, ‘dear God, what were you thinking when you made these bodies? Or is this just what sin has done?’

Love when a fountain pen leaks and it was the red ink one and now you’re at a training day looking like you’ve bathed your hands in blood Macbeth style.

King Charles has got Andrew to give up all his titles *and* he’s got a super cool meeting with the Pope set up, so I think he’s officially having a Very Good Week.

I’ve come home from Blue Moon with an entirely unstrange desire to rewatch Casablanca (but I might save it till I’m less tired)

heartbroken to learn the pope sympathizes with the poor. how can i continue to believe in god

Blue Moon is Richard Linklater in his Me and Orson Welles zone (a good zone). Ethan Hawke is marvellous, but actually The MVP is Bobby Cannavale as the bartender.

TBH, Gafcon’s statement claiming that they’re now the global anglican communion has strong ‘Cicero’s epic poem on his consulship’ vibes.